Against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.
Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.
Think with awe on the slow and quiet power of time.
Of all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name still lives.
To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.
What is the short meaning of the long speech?